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 ï>¿Claire and the Boys Next Door Ch.  09 byjanscoMÂ(C)

   Claire has a secret meeting to attend.

   For the rest of that afternoon and evening I just couldn't keep still.
I'd had various kinds of emotions after my adventures but I'd usually been
able to process them mentally after a little while, but this one was
possibly just too much.  Every time I tried to be still and consider what
had just happened I felt an overpowering urge to be up and doing something.

   I gave into those feelings without too much worry, and despite talking
with parents and friends and visiting my Gran I still thought about things,
mostly on the drives or as my mind wandered watching TV that evening.  I
wasn't feeling bad or ashamed, or at least it didn't seem to me to be the
case, it felt more like it was just too conflicting to get my head around.
To take just one example I couldn't decide if I was properly angry at Jim
for pushing things too far, or if we had both just played the parts I'd
very obviously wanted to perfection.  The moment in the car park when I was
naked was by far the most vivid thing that had happened all day.

   That seemed ridiculous given what Tom and I got up to in the car.  I
couldn't ignore what we'd done and I knew it could be quite a big deal.  It
was, however, hard to reconcile what I thought I should be feeling, that
giving someone a blow job was much more important and exciting than taking
your clothes off, with what I actually did feel, which was that it really
wasn't.  I had already kind of given one to Owen in the changing room, but
I'd been more than happy to not dwell on that at all.  Tom was different
given we were now friends of a sort, but as much as I genuinely liked him
it felt like a fluke that it had been him and not Jim.

   Every moment of my naked dash seemed burned into my memory, but the
frantic sexual encounter had just left impressions.  Very pleasant
impressions but the more I made myself consider it it felt like just an
inevitable release of tension, and in no way the main event we'd been
building towards.  One important guide was how the events felt when I
remembered them.  Every look I'd received from the group of guys by the car
now seemed to have lasted five minutes, and I knew it was likely going to
fuel my fantasies for the next few days.  In contrast thinking about the
car didn't particularly fire me up again, and the moment right at the start
of the day, when Tom had rushed upstairs to catch me changing and I'd
knowingly left my boobs out for him, got my juices flowing again much more
obviously.  It was obviously just the way I was wired.

   As I went to bed I started to think about tomorrow, and the fact that
I'd likely have to interact with Tom and Jim again.  At first that seemed
tricky, but I quickly realised it likely wouldn't be at all.  I know Tom
wouldn't push things, and besides, it's not that I was unhappy with what
had happened between us, I just knew it wasn't anything I wanted to get in
the way.  I was vaguely aware that I could probably turn his desires to my
advantage if I figured it out correctly, but that seemed something I could
happily leave for the future.

   As for Jim I worried how I'd reconcile my annoyance at him with his
inevitable jealousy of Tom and likely expectation of the same treatment. 
However, now that the calmness I'd lately found about my new life was
returning, I realised there was no need to reconcile them at all.  I was
still peeved about his lies earlier, but the idea he might come calling in
expectation didn't anger me in itself and I realised that me starting out
annoyed was usually the way Jim and I had fun together.  In the back of my
mind I knew I would give him what he wanted, I always did, but I was
content to let the part of me that thought I might resist or persuade him
to do something more fun continue to fool itself.  I was ready for either
or both of them.

   Which, of course, made the fact that the morning passed without any word
from either of them all the more aggravating.

   Around ten thirty I tried to do some more college preparation work.  I
told myself that until a few weeks ago then I spent every day not showing
off to men so one was hardly a big deal, but despite how ridiculous it was
I knew it was all I was interested in at the moment.  I found myself
dwelling again on the very public exposure I'd had yesterday and how that
was something pretty new and exciting.

   Being naked in the car park was perhaps the highlight, but I also
thought about the ridiculous dress Tom had got for me.  The last time I'd
decided to buy some more revealing clothing had been right at the start of
my new adventures, and back then even clothes that most women wouldn't
think twice about had seemed daring.  Now, however, I knew I was ready to
push boundaries by anyone's standards.  The clock ticked forwards slowly
and still no one got in touch, I again felt the urge to be doing something
and before I knew it I was in the car heading to buy some clothes.

   Compared to my last mall visit this one was pretty uneventful.  I'd made
a quick pass and identified a shop that seemed like it would be selling
what I was after, which was still just about normal party clothes but the
ones that most girls would never consider and gossiped meanly about the
sort of girls who did.

   As it turned out there were maybe more of that sort of girl about than I
thought, or at least the shop was pretty crowded.  It wasn't that big,
though, and it was really only a handful of dresses and skirts that struck
me as being as daring as the tiny thing Tom found for me.  With the crowds
and the impersonal hubbub I decided I wanted to get in and out as quickly
as possible as it didn't seem like there would be any opportunity to try
things on in a way that might be fun.  There were almost no men in the
shop, and the few that were were clearly just waiting for one of the other
women.

   I grabbed a black glittery dress that seemed very similar to the one
from yesterday, just a tiny tube of thin material, and then another black
one that seemed like it would hang with just two, thin draping folds of
material across my breasts.  They reached down to the waistband, which had
a very short flowing skirt beneath.  My stomach lurched slightly at the
idea of wearing either in public and the second seemed very probably
intended for someone with much smaller boobs than me, but I hurried to the
counter and paid and was on my way.

   I checked my phone again when I got to the car, there was nothing but I
made sure it was sat in the hands free cradle in case anyone called me.  I
even wondered about driving past the restaurant where I'd met Nick and
seeing if I could get his attention in one of the dresses.  It felt
promising but also as if the idea needed some more work before I could put
it into action.  I would also have had to change in the car, though that
idea was hardly something I'd hesitate to do given the right circumstances.

   As it was, though, I found myself heading home.  I resolved that, as I
had with the lingerie survey, I would come up with a solid idea of my own
and stop hanging about waiting for someone to call me.  Obviously, almost
as soon as I made that commitment my phone rang.

   I glanced at the screen and it was from the fake profile I remembered
Geoff had set up.  He was someone I'd been thinking of at the back of my
mind for a while, it had seemed that since he'd set me up with Brad he'd
possibly been avoiding me.  But then it was still only last week and,
unlike Tom and Jim, he was a man with a wife, a job and, presumably, lots
of other things to do other than just trying to persuade me to take my
clothes off again.  I can't say I hadn't had moments where I resented his
not having been in touch, but I had tried to be philosophical about it. 
I'd also had several pretty big distractions.

   All that flashed through my mind and I even had a slight moment where I
wondered if I should take the call.  Although we'd only really had one
proper encounter things had always felt a little more intense and out of my
control with Geoff.  With Jim or Tom it felt like I was voluntarily giving
up control sometimes, with Geoff it was more that he was taking it.  I did
get the impression he was being fair to me and, in his own way, had my best
interests at heart.  Or, at least, what he thought my best interests should
be.

   Although I let it ring a little longer than usual I did tap the green
button and a split second later Geoff's cool, assured voice came through.

   "Claire, is that you?"

   "Hi, Geoff, it is me.  I'm just in the car."

   "Alone?"

   "Yes."

   "And are you alright to talk for a moment?"

   "I think so."

   "Great."

   It was a usual style, clam and measured but no small talk.

   "I've got another proposition for you."

   My stomach fluttered again, this was exactly what I needed.  I told
myself to keep calm, the last time with Geoff had lead to me getting
instantly flustered and agreeing to become a restaurant stripper before I
really knew what had happened.  I can't say I regretted it, but I wanted to
be able mirror the way he was able to approach these situations.

   "I see." I forced myself to pause slightly before I carried on.  "Has
Brad been back in touch?"

   "No, no, nothing like that.  He was very pleased with your work but I
don't think he makes too much of a habit of hiring, ah, people like
yourself."

   It was a very rare occurrence, Geoff had stumbled over the end of the
sentence clearly not quite knowing how to refer to me and perhaps worrying
he'd say something wrong.  I tried to capitalise.

   "Strippers like me?" I said the words coolly but with what I hoped was a
hint of amusement.  It was fairly easy as I did find his reticence at least
a little amusing.

   "Well, perhaps not quite what I meant." He sounded genuinely slightly
contrite.

   "Don't worry, Geoff, I knew what you meant." There was a small silence
before he continued.

   "Good, where was I?  Ah yes, a proposition.  Well, it's really just me
asking if you'd care to meet a few friends of mine."

   "Right." I waited, it seemed clear that it was in fact more than that
and I wanted Geoff to spell things out for me.

   "Yes, just people I know from the street actually.  Fellow neighbours of
ours, two other men about my age."

   "I see." This time I decided to carry on myself.  "You think I need to
meet some new friends?"

   "Well, no, not quite friends.  Let's say they could be fellow admirers
of yours.  Ones who would be happy to give you a helping hand."

   I really wasn't sure where Geoff was going with this at all, but a more
worrying thought occurred to me.

   "What have you told them about me, Geoff?"

   He must have heard the slight alarm in my voice as he answered with
uncharacteristic quickness.

   "Nothing to worry about, I can assure you."

   "I hope so." I could feel myself start to get nervous but I tried to
keep calm, at least in my voice.

   "Well, firstly as with Brad and the rest, I can assure you of complete
discretion on their part.  I wouldn't have said a word to anyone if I
wasn't completely certain of that.  Secondly all I've told them about is
our first meeting."

   "Our first meeting?" It took a moment for me to remember it in detail.
"You mean on the drive, when I was in that bikini?"

   "Indeed.  It was delightful at the time, but obviously pales next to
what has happened since."

   "Right." I took a moment to take it in, but it was still clear to me I
didn't have a clue what he was asking.  "I'm sorry, Geoff, I still don't
really get it."

   "I told them I'd met a young college student who lived on the street. 
One who looked incredible and who had been wearing an exceedingly small
bikini."

   "That's the sort of thing that interests them?"

   "I think you realise pretty well it's the sort of thing that interests
most men."

   I smiled to myself but waited for him to continue.

   "I also told them you seemed to get a kick out of the fact that I was
obviously checking out your body, and that you'd seemed to be open to an
invitation to come by and use my pool.  I also said that it seemed pretty
obvious you knew why I'd asked, that I wanted to see you in a bikini again,
and that you were fine with it."

   "Did I really say I'd come use your pool?"

   "That's how I remember it."

   "You're probably right.  It sounds like me." I hesitated briefly before
getting back to the main topic.  "I'm still somewhat lost."

   "Well, how about this?  Please don't get offended by this question, but
have you heard of the term Sugar Daddy?"

   Another jolt of alarm shot through me.  "Yes." I must have sounded
pretty cold.

   "Now, rest assured that's not quite what I'm suggesting.  Well, not in
the usual sense.  But I suggested to them that an arrangement between some
men with money and a beautiful college student who was possibly a fan of a
bit of showing off was likely not the most complicated thing in the world
to sort out."

   "So, you guys would pay me to." My sentence faded away but then another
flash of anger inspired me.  "Well, what exactly do you think you could pay
me to do?"

   "Ah, I can hear I have offended you.  I assure you it was never my
intention and the only thing we would be proposing would be that you tried
on some clothes for us."

   "Try on some clothes?"

   "Yes."

   "And they'd pay for that?"

   "I wouldn't say pay, nothing as tacky as that.  We'd give you some
gifts."

   My anger was gone.  I was well and truly intrigued.  Geoff obviously
interpreted my silence correctly.

   "You see, Claire, I really don't think you quite realise just how
remarkable you are."

   Whatever else Geoff was, he was definitely someone who knew how to press
my buttons.

   "So, you want me to meet them?"

   "Yes, absolutely.  And no pressure, if the idea doesn't appeal to you
then that will be the end of it."

   "When?"

   "Well, what are you doing now?"

   "I'm driving home.  Wait, are you saying they're round at your house
right now?"

   "They're having a drink in the lounge."

   I couldn't help but laugh.  "What if I said no?  Or if I was out
somewhere?"

   "I was fairly sure you'd agree to meet, but it didn't have to be today."

   "But if I could come now?"

   "It would be for the best."

   "OK.  I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

   "Excellent.  I'm looking forward to it."

   I really didn't know what to think about Geoff's proposal.  On the one
hand it seemed almost mysterious and too good to be true, but on the other
it struck me as dangerous waters indeed.  It was never quite stated but it
did seem like these neighbours of mine, all around the same age as Geoff,
would know exactly who I really was.  I'd be Claire the girl who lived a
few doors down and who was probably about the same age as their daughters,
not some character like Yvette who appeared in their lives for a night and
then was never seen again.  Still, between my mood and the way Geoff had
made his proposition there was no doubt I'd be turning up, and a little
while later I was approaching our houses.  I decided to park at mine and
then walk round.

   I had dressed pretty well for my mall trip in some newer clothes.  I had
gone with smart but tight white jeans and a somewhat loose but thin and
long white sweater that reached below the large brown belt I had fixing it
tightly around my waist.  I wore a white bra that made my boobs sit very
nicely but was probably not showing through or letting them wobble around
that much.  I think I looked good but not particularly show offish, though,
as I was beginning to realise, my body was pretty show offish no matter
what as long as I didn't go out of my way to hide it.

   As I made my way out of the car I noticed the bag of clothes I'd got
from the mall.  I'd been intending to go straight round to Geoff's so a
small moment of impatience hit as I realised I'd need to drop them off
first and make sure they were hidden in case my parents got back before me,
but then it quickly occurred that I could just take them with me.  The idea
of maybe wearing them at Geoff's was of course there at the back of my mind
but there was no plan, I just knew I was much happier setting off right
away.

   A minute or so later I was knocking at his door, I felt the familiar tug
of nervousness at my stomach but that was a feeling I relished these days
and for the most part I felt confident.  If his friends thought I was just
a normal girl next door then they would need to do at least a bit of work
to get me to be anything else.  I was looking forward to seeing if they had
what it took.

   "Claire, come in."

   Geoff greeted me coolly and immediately stepped aside to let me enter,
which I did.

   "Just through in the lounge, you know the way."

   I had half wondered if he might do a little more setup with me before
introducing his friends but it seemed not.  I didn't mind, I felt ready and
with another delightful flutter of butterflies in my tummy I stepped
through into his front room.

   "Hello."

   There were two men in there, on sat on each sofa and they both rose
slightly as I came in.  I nodded to the one who had spoken and the other
smiled at me as I hovered near a chair waiting for Geoff to make the
introductions.  As expected they both looked like the sort of middle aged
men I'd been aware of as fathers of friends my whole life.  One seemed
about Geoff's age and, if I didn't know better, seemed vaguely familiar,
the other was a little older, maybe in his mid 50s.  The younger man was in
casual jeans, button down shirt and sweater like Geoff, whereas the older
guy was slightly smarter in dress pants and a collared shirt.

   As Geoff made his way in the older guy stepped towards me and offered
his hand.

   "I'm Luke, pleased to meet you."

   "Hi Luke," I smiled at him and lightly shook his hand, I got a whiff of
cologne which was strong but fairly pleasant and not overpowering.  He hair
was very grey streaked and he was older than anyone I'd done things with
apart from maybe Chris at the restaurant, but he was making a very good
first impression.

   "And this is Colin." Geoff nodded to the other man, who was still half
risen from his seat seeming to be caught unsure whether to also shake my
hand of not.

   I decided to keep acting confidently and stepped across to him, he
straightened up and I gave him a smiling, "hi Colin," as I shook his hand.

   "You might know Colin's son actually, didn't you mention having met him
in the driveway the other week?"

   I stopped slightly on my way to a chair but managed to keep going and
sit before replying.

   "Oh, you're Tom's dad?"

   "Er, yes, I am.  Do you know him?"

   Colin also seemed to have not been expecting that.  It did explain why I
thought him familiar, I'd caught a brief glimpse of him in the car
yesterday and, now it had been pointed out, there was a family resemblance.

   "We've spoken a few times, he saw me in the back garden once and said
hello." That was accurate so far as it went.  "He hasn't mentioned me?"

   "No, he hasn't."

   I was relieved and just shrugged, "maybe I didn't make an impression."

   "I find that hard to believe." Luke joined the conversation.  "You
certainly made an impression on Geoff here."

   I turned to him, I didn't really know what to make of having Tom's dad
here and it seemed easier to continue the conversation elsewhere for the
moment.

   "What did he say about me?"

   "Let's just say he painted a very attractive picture."

   "I was presenting a pretty good side of myself, I think."

   "Very true." Geoff confirmed things.

   There was silence again.  I could feel already that there was a bit of
tension in the room and it seemed like no one was much interested in small
talk but not quite sure how to raise the topic at hand.  I had obviously
decided that the guys needed to work at it, but it also seemed as if Geoff
wasn't going to take the lead quite yet.  As often happened with silences I
cracked first.

   "I don't make a habit of that sort of thing usually, you know.  Wearing
that little in public." I figured me in a bikini was the sort of topic of
conversation we were all interested in.

   "No, of course not." Geoff sounded as if he didn't necessarily agree
with me.

   I took the bait and carried on explaining myself.  "I didn't think
anyone would be around and was just going out quickly to," I paused and
looked back at Colin.  I'd been on my round to visit his son but I decided
that wasn't a revelation worth making just yet.  "To, er, check the mail."

   I noticed Geoff look at me, obviously noting my lie but he quickly went
with it.

   "And there I was cutting the hedge a few steps from your mailbox.  Just
my lucky day, I guess." There were few good natured chuckles, then he
continued.  "You didn't really seem uncomfortable, though."

   "Did I not?"

   "No."

   "Well, if guys like to look that's not my problem is it?" I smiled at
each of them in turn.  I was beginning to feel pretty good about things.

   "Not at all, not at all." Luke seemed delighted with my comment.  "You
should be proud."

   I smiled and I'm sure conveyed agreement but I didn't quite know what to
say back.  I already was quite proud and since that first time with Ton and
Jim it had never occurred to me to be otherwise.

   "What would you say if we asked if we could take a look now?"

   I looked at Luke more closely, I'm sure conveying some of the surprise I
felt that he'd suddenly been so direct.

   "Just at your current outfit, of course.  You sat down so quickly I
hardly had chance to take it in, but it struck me as very elegant.  Perhaps
you could just stand up and let us do some quick admiration."

   I looked at Luke for a moment, then over at Colin and finally Geoff,
before replying.

   "I suppose that would be fine."

   I stood slowly and Luke, who had been sat forwards during the
conversation, settled back into the couch to watch me.  I made sure the
belt was sitting nicely and tugged the bottom of the sweater to make sure
it ran neatly across my chest.  I wasn't doing more than I might do in
public, just taking much more time over it and in that familiar environment
of knowing all eyes in the room were focused on my body.

   I stepped away from the chair and then held my arms out slightly and
turned around for them.  I held eye contact with each of them and while
Colin seemed the most reticent, even he seemed more confident and at ease
than men often were at this point in proceedings.  I began to wonder if
Geoff had perhaps said more than he'd let on.

   "Is that fine?" I couldn't resist directing that one at Tom's dad.

   "I, er." He glanced at Geoff before continuing.  "Perhaps you could walk
across the room and back?"

   I shrugged again.  "That seems fine."

   I walked slowly across to the door I'd entered by then back again,
passing in front of each of them as I did so.  I made sure to emphasise the
sway of my bum as I went.  I knew the jeans were pretty tight and now that
I concentrated on the sensations I could feel them constrict my movement
slightly.  The three of them were likely getting an enjoyable show, though
also something they could probably see in any public place if they waited
long enough.

   This time, though, I didn't ask for any more suggestions and sat back
down.

   "Enjoy the show?"

   "Very much so." It seemed like Luke was their appointed spokesman, at
least for the moment.  "Did Geoff say anything about why he asked you
here."

   "A little.  He said he had a few friends who wanted to make me a
proposition.  It seemed strange but I figured why not?" It seemed we were
reaching the important part of the conversation, but I still felt pretty
confident.

   "Well, you seemed pretty comfortable just now.  Modelling your outfit
for us?"

   "Yeah.  It was a little weird but it was fine." That was pretty much how
I felt about it.

   "What if we came to an arrangement where you could model some other
outfits for us?  Ones that we'd bought for you, and that you could keep as
gifts?"

   I looked around at them all, they had their different styles but it
seemed as if they were hanging on my reply which was pretty flattering.  I
obviously had no intention of saying no.

   "I suppose that would be fine.  Other outfits like this?" I looked down
at what I was wearing.

   "Well, I guess some of them would be more, ah, interesting."

   I smiled at Luke.  "More like the bikini Geoff saw me wearing you mean?"

   "Yes."

   "Would that, er, be fine?" Colin joined in, he was less assured but it
seemed more eagerness than nervousness that was driving him.

   "I think it would be fine with me, but what would your wives say about
it?" I couldn't help but raise this topic, it was always one that excited
me immensely when I was with older guys.  "I assume you're all married,
aren't you?"

   I tried to sound innocent but it was likely a tough act to sell.  Luke
smiled and sat back, Colin seemed about to speak but Geoff stepped in.

   "I'm not sure we'd be telling our wives.  But then I'm sure you realised
that, Claire."

   "I did wonder." I again looked around at all three of them before
speaking.  "I guess it'll be our little secret."

   "Is that, er, an issue?" Tom's dad again asked the question.

   "No, not at all." I paused but couldn't resist.  "I think I quite like
it." I smiled at him and he smiled back for a second before Luke spoke.

   "And if we bought you some underwear?"

   "Now, Luke, this is beginning to sound a little naughty."

   He smiled back.  "All just innocent fun, I assure you."

   "If you're the ones choosing the gifts I suppose it's up to you what you
get me."

   "I suppose it is."

   "And, of course, there's no obligation here.  Any gifts are freely
given, if you don't want to wear them you don't have to." Geoff clarified.

   "Pleased to hear it."

   "Of course, but I'm sure all of us would like to know what sort of
things might be, ah, appreciated first to avoid any mistakes." It seemed
Luke was, in his own polite way, pressing the question.

   "I could always use some new underwear, besides I like surprises." From
the looks I got back it seemed I'd been clear enough and that they liked
what they heard.

   "You'll need to know my size, though won't you?"

   "Ah yes, good point." Luke nodded to himself.

   "And what about your, er, style?" Tom's dad asked me.

   "My style?"

   "Yes, you know, what sort of thing you like to wear?"

   "Oh, right." The question had thrown me a little, my style was basically
whatever men thought looked good on me and that was something I usually let
them choose.  This was the first time anyone had really asked my opinion.

   "Well, I guess." I wondered what to say, as ever my blank mind filled
the gap.  "I bought a few dresses just now actually, they're in the hall.
Perhaps I could."

   "Try one on for us?  That would be great." Colin looked extremely
pleased with himself.  I'd meant to say just to show it too them, but now
the idea was out there I doubted I'd put a stop to it.

   "I'm not sure that's a good idea." Geoff looked at his watch.  "Alice
will be back in about an hour, I think." He didn't sound worried but it did
sound as if he was against the idea.  He obviously had first hand
experience at how things might go once I started taking my clothes off.

   "An hour seems plenty of time to try on one dress, Geoff." Luke sounded
pretty firm in his own way and the point he made seemed a solid one.

   I looked around, I'd obviously already decided this was fine.  "I'll go
get changed then, shall I?"

   "Follow me." Geoff sounded back to his usual calm self as he into the
corridor once again where I grabbed my bag.

   "The downstairs bathroom is this way." I smiled and followed him.

   "I hope you know what you're doing, Claire.  She really will be back in
an hour."

   "Relax, Geoff.  It's just one dress." I purposely mimicked Luke's phrase
but made it sound slightly teasing.  I very much enjoyed this feeling of
having the slight upper hand over him, it was pretty much a first in our
dynamic.

   There were a few moments of silence as he opened the bathroom door for
me.

   "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." His tone suggested he wasn't
completely glad about how things were going, but it seemed largely genuine.

   I stepped past him to enter the room, but as I did so Geoff gave me a
sharp slap across my bum.

   "Now hurry up and get changed."

   I jumped a little then stopped, but didn't let out a cry.  It had been
pretty firm but given the time I'd spent with Tom and Jim, both of whom
were fans of spanking my bottom, I was pretty used to that sort of
treatment.

   Geoff's tone had sounded almost playful, or as close as such a taciturn
man could get to it, so I turned back to see what might happen next, but he
was already striding back to the front room.  I watched him go for a moment
but it seemed that that was that for now.  It was probably just a way he'd
unconsciously realised would take back a little control over me, but it was
maybe a new side to him that I could also enjoy.

   The bathroom was spacious and well appointed, but I didn't take much
time to admire my surroundings.  I quickly slipped off the sweater and my
jeans and then took out the tube dress.  I knew this was the one I'd be
trying as I at least had some confidence about how I'd look in it.  As with
the one yesterday it looked comically small when not on my body, but it
quickly started to stretch as I pulled it on and up over my bum.

   Once it was place I reached up and unclipped my bra.  There was no way I
could wear one with the dress so the guys were going to get a good look at
me almost immediately.  The dress had no underwing or support and my boobs
just sat naturally, covered only to maybe a few centimetres above my
nipples.  The stretchy, glittered gold material felt slightly rough on my
skin and it hugged every inch of me that it covered quite tightly.  It
didn't cover that much, though, and I felt just as exposed as I had in the
dress yesterday.  I found myself briefly wondering whether to take my
knickers off given that's how I'd worn it yesterday, it seemed a step too
far, though.  I quickly summoned the confidence I'd been feeling pretty
much throughout the encounter so far and headed back out to greet them.

   I crossed to the door pretty quickly and as I opened it I could feel my
mind slipping into that blank of thought but hyper-aware state I spent most
of my adventures in.  This time it was only Luke who half rose from his
seat but all three pairs of eyes were on me quite intensely.  I felt my
nipples stiffen immediately and I didn't have to look down to know how
prominent they would now be in this dress.

   "What do you think?  This isn't, er, what I'd wear everyday, but then I
think it's more the sort of thing you were thinking of, isn't it?"

   "You look perfect." Luke smiled his approval and then held out an arm,
indicating I should step more into the middle of the room.  I was happy to
oblige.

   "Yes, you do look, er, amazing." Colin also sounded happy while Geoff
was content to just look.  He had the slightly aloof air he'd often had
during the poker game.

   I found myself tugging at the hemline which sat about an inch below my
butt cheeks, I was half genuinely trying to arrange it better and half just
giving the men the excuse to look.

   "I'm not sure about this one, really.  I bought it without trying it on,
so this is the first time I'm seeing it as well."

   I could see Tom's dad smiling at me encouragingly but he didn't have
anything to add, so I carried on saying whatever popped into my head.

   "I had to take my bra off, obviously, but I think my breasts are maybe a
bit too big for it."

   I looked up but he didn't take the bait, still happy to just stare and
listen to my airheaded monologue.

   "I kept my panties on, though.  I think you can probably see them, can
you?"

   This time he dutifully let his eyes run down my body.  I turned again to
make sure he could check thoroughly.

   "Yes, you can make them out I think."

   "It's not a problem, I don't see how you could avoid it in that dress."
Luke also joined in the conversation.

   The male gaze was working its magic on me and I didn't hesitate.

   "Well, I did wonder if I should have taken them off, but it's maybe a
bit late for that now."

   Geoff obviously knew where I was going and stepped in.

   "That's great, Claire, and you do look amazing, but I think we should
leave things now until the next time, yes?  When everything is in place
properly."

   "Oh, yes, we should tell you the plan." Tom's dad sounded just as eager
as his son could be sometimes.

   Luke looked more disappointed, but waved a hand to say that he agreed. I
looked expectantly at Geoff.

   "You've heard of the neighbourhood party in a few days?"

   "Er, yes, I think my parents said something about it last week." It was
an unexpected development and I'm sure that showed in my voice.

   "Well, we'll all be there and it's at Luke's house, so we thought maybe
you'd like to attend and then, at a certain point, join us in a more
private part of the premises."

   I looked around the room again quite surprised.

   "You want me to model for you during a party?"

   Geoff shrugged, "why not?"

   "Because there will be so many other people about." I said it with a
little incredulity in my voice, but I already knew that the idea appealed
to me, even if I had no idea how it could work.

   "Not where we'll be."

   "We'll have the perfect excuse to all be there together, and the perfect
alibi." Luke seemed even more pleased with the idea then Geoff.  I surmised
it was likely his.

   "Yes, but won't your wife be there?  What if she finds us?"

   "All our wives will be there, but I'm sure we can be discreet.  I'm not
sure about the parties you teenagers go to these days, but at these sorts
of gathering then people are quite unlikely to start wandering around the
house freely."

   "I guess."

   The more I thought about it the more I wanted it.  The idea of turning
up somewhere and interacting with people, some of whom knew what I was
about to do for them and some of whom had no idea was incredibly exciting.
I also couldn't stop thinking about the idea of talking to Geoff and his
wife and dropping hints that she wouldn't pick up on, but Geoff would. 
Maybe I could even do the same to Colin in front of Tom's mum.  It stirred
up emotions about exhibitionism that I don't think even I had explored
thoroughly.

   I realised I'd let the conversation drift.  The men had taken my silence
for agreement and gone back to staring at me in my dress.  I took a moment
to find myself slightly again, and then tried to come back more
confidently. I had already internally more than accepted the plan but it
felt worth exploring a little more.

   "If you're all are enjoying the view, can I just ask what we're going to
say was happening while we're away from the party?  I mean, my parents
aren't going, I don't think, so I'm not even sure why I'd be there in the
first place?"

   Colin spoke up after everyone thought for a moment.  "Tom's going.  You
could say you're there to meet him."

   "Oh, is he?" I again tried not to let my immediate reaction show.  If
anything Tom being there was likely to complicate matters quite a bit.  I
took the opportunity to sit back down and give myself time to think.  I
made sure to hold onto the hemline to make sure the dress stayed just about
decent.  I crossed my legs I'm sure flashing my knickers to them all.  I
considered it a free preview.  That along with the acres of inner thigh I
was now showing them.

   "We, er, don't know one another that well, really, so I'm not sure if."

   "You just need an excuse to use.  If you avoided him for a short while
I'm sure we'd kick off proceedings fairly quickly, and then it wouldn't
matter." Luke was again sure it wasn't a problem.

   "I guess." It seemed incredibly risky but I could hardly explain to them
why.

   Geoff smiled at me with perhaps a knowing edge, but carried on in the
same general calming manner as Luke.

   "And it's well established that I, Luke and a few others prefer to spend
some of our time talking in private at these sorts of thing.  I'm not
really a party person, a small intimate gathering is much more fun.  I'm
sure you know what I mean."

   There was definitely a knowing edge to that last comment, but I
obviously opted not to pick up on it.  I nodded, I did have one more
general question that had occurred to me earlier.

   "About our arrangement, though.  I guess I know what you're getting out
of it," at which point I couldn't help but glance down my body and notice
Luke doing similarly.  He smiled at me and I continued.  "And I guess I get
to keep the clothes, but I don't really need that many new outfits, so."

   "A very fair point, Claire, but one I think we've anticipated.  You'll
find that with all our gifts will be a receipt, and if you were to return
to the stores it might comfort you to know they'll have been bought with
cash."

   "It's much more practical from our side of things if that's the case, as
well.  For, er, obvious reasons." Luke looked at me with an ever so
slightly sheepish air.

   "You wife handles the credit card bills, does she?"

   He shrugged.  "One can never be too careful."

   "So, is that all in order?" Geoff was clapping his hands together and
seeming to usher Luke and Colin out.

   "Yes, I think it is." Luke started to rise.  "The delightful Claire just
needs to turn up and we'll bring the rest."

   I nodded to him as he crossed the room, Colin also smiled a goodbye.

   Geoff was opening the door to see them out.

   "Claire, are you leaving as well?  Can I see you home?" Luke addressed
me, I wasn't sure what to say.  It seemed to me that Geoff was once again
in charge now and in my increasingly exhibitionist state I was happy to go
with whatever he decided.  I hesitated and he stepped in.

   "Of course, but I think she needs to get changed again first."

   "Ah, yes.  Of course." Luke's tone seemed to be ever so slightly less
accepting than the words suggested, but he followed Colin out of the door
nonetheless.  I waited patiently in the chair as I heard them speak for a
few minutes at the door.  I couldn't quite tell what they were saying but I
didn't mind, I knew they'd be talking about me.

   Geoff came back into the room after I heard the front door close.  He
was as businesslike as ever.  "OK, well.  Time for you to be going."

   "Right." I stood and started to leave but couldn't help but feel
slightly disappointed, wearing a dress like that was usually the start of
an adventure, not the whole thing.  I went to pass Geoff on the way to the
door.

   "Actually, Claire, could you just stop a moment." I did so stood in
front of him, he smiled.  "I wonder if I could just."

   As he said it he reached out and firmly pulled down the front of my
dress.  The flimsy material slipped away immediately and he soon had it sat
around my belly button, with my boobs completely bared for him to look at.
It had been clear to me what he was doing a moment before he did it, but I
of course made no effort to stop him.

   "Geoff!" I tried to sound annoyed but I'm not sure my act was very
convincing.  I'm sure we both enjoyed it anyway.  I waited several moments
then brought an arm up to half heartedly cover my nipples.

   His eyes were locked onto my tits.  "I've been wanting to do that for
the last ten minutes."

   I shuffled my arm to cover myself better.  "Why didn't you?"

   He looked up.  "I want Luke and Colin to find out about you in their own
way.  Besides, if they knew what they could get away with they might not
buy you too many presents."

   "Makes sense."

   "Go on then, get changed." He left a gap for me to pass, it seemed like
pulling my boobs out was enough for him.  I still wasn't certain it was
enough for me.

   "I hope you're not thinking of spanking me again when I go?"

   I looked down at my bottom as I turned it to him slightly.  Despite my
words it was patently obvious that I was asking him to do exactly that.  He
looked at me with his normal seriousness.

   "Do you want me to?"

   Geoff was denying me my customary role of protesting but then giving in,
and I didn't seem to quite have it in me to ask so blatantly.  I just
stared frozen at him for a few moments, then he sat down on the nearest
chair.  I wondered if I'd blown my chance at anything more this afternoon.

   "Come over here."

   It seemed not and I quickly walked to stand in front of him.  I let my
arms fall to my sides and saw him once again glance down to my breasts. 
His quickly raised his eyes again and pointed to his lap.

   "Lie across here."

   My heart was suddenly beating at an incredible pace but I was thinking
absolutely nothing.  I started to lie across him as fast as I was able.  He
shuffled forward on the couch and as soon as I was close enough manhandled
me so I ended up balanced face down across his lap, with my head facing
down to the floor and my bum pointed up towards his face.  He held me in
place pretty firmly.

   "Let's get on with it."

   He yanked my dress up so it was soon little more than a belt around my
belly button.  Then I quickly felt him grab the back of my panties and
pull. I put my hands down to steady my body and lifted off him slightly to
let him slip them down.  They were quickly somewhere around mid thigh.  A
few moments later there was a sharp crack and then just after I felt the
sting of his hand landing on my now bare bottom.

   This time I let out a yelp, but Geoff wasn't hanging around to savour
the sensation of giving me a spanking.  Five or six more slaps came in
quick succession on alternating cheeks and I suddenly felt as close to
losing control completely as I had in the car with Tom.  My bum was
instantly on fire.

   "Is that what you wanted?"

   I couldn't speak but it seemed Geoff was waiting for a response.  I
tried to get my breathing to slow, and after a few more moments I felt able
to maybe say something.  It was obviously going to be yes, but almost as
soon as I started to speak Geoff struck my bottom with another flurry of
stinging blows.  I felt myself kick my legs in the air ineffectually and
gasp loudly several more times, I sounded pretty much exactly like I was
orgasming and I felt not that far away at all.

   "I'm sorry, what was that?" Throughout all of this Geoff's normal,
serious tone had hardly changed.

   "Yes, yes." I was still having trouble breathing but I got the words
out. "That's what I wanted."

   "Good."

   I waited in anticipation, but no more came.  After a moment I felt him
settle backwards leaving me free to move again.

   "Go on, you really had better get dressed this time."

   After a few more moments I started to come back to myself.  Eventually I
managed an "OK."

   I got up from his lap, still moving fairly slowly.  As I went I tugged
my panties back largely into place but left the dress how it was.  I looked
back at him and he gave me one of his hard to interpret smiles.

   "I'm sorry, but she really will be back soon, Claire."

   I looked at him for a moment and then turned and made my way to the
bathroom.  I dressed as quickly as I could, my mind still pretty blank.  I
wasn't even really thinking about the party and I was aware of a very
physical need to masturbate when I got back home.

   When I came back out dressed normally Geoff was waiting for me in the
hall.  He was again all business.

   "I'll see you in a few days."

   "Yes, OK." I still had no real way to talk about what we'd just done so
I was content to ignore it too.  I made my way out of the door.

   "Oh, and Claire." I looked back.  "Remember to send me your sizes on
facebook."

   "Right"

   "And, maybe you could come round here again one afternoon.  If you
like."

   "Oh, yes." I hesitated.  "Maybe."

   "Well, the offer's there."

   I still couldn't quite read him so decided to head back home.  I quickly
had a shower and gave myself a pretty intense orgasm in just a few minutes,
my head filled with visions of what myself and Geoff had just done on the
couch together.  I could still feel his hand prints on my bum and the hot
water had stung in almost as pleasant a way as the spanking itself.

   I couldn't help myself and after I was dressed again I checked the drive
next door.  I was pleased to see that what I'd taken to be Geoff's wife's
car was once again siting there, at least he hadn't been lying about that.
I still wasn't certain he would have done anything more with me even if she
hadn't been about to return.  I was even less certain if I had really
wanted him to.  In any case, I told myself, it was over now and there was
something else to concentrate on.

   My first order of business was to quickly send Geoff my measurements,
and after that I would check that my parents weren't going to the party. 
It seemed unlikely, my mum especially usually hated those sort of social
occasions with only mild acquaintances, but I did wonder if they might have
been making an effort in our new neighbourhood.  Thankfully a fairly casual
question that evening elicited the right response, and I would at least be
free of having them walking in on whatever I, Geoff and his friends would
be up to.

   The next day I found myself wondering about Tom.  Whether I needed to
prepare him for my presence there, and whether it was even worth making our
attendance there together a real thing rather than just an excuse.  I half
wondered if he'd contact me himself, but I remembered how it had taken
quite a while after the maid party, so that he didn't wasn't too
surprising.

   It seemed like there was nothing to be done except just hope I could
avoid him.  At least until I'd met up with the men.  I had no real idea how
far they would expect me to go, but given the semi public nature of the
event and the way they had acted that afternoon it seemed that just trying
on outfits really was the extent of their plans.  I was sure the outfits
would be much more revealing then even the dress I'd worn the day before,
but compared to getting spanked naked to the brink of an orgasm it was
pretty tame stuff, so there was every chance I'd be up for meeting Tom at
the party afterwards.  That way I could avoid him asking questions
beforehand.

   Beyond my initial surprise I'd not really thought too much about having
now met Tom's father in such circumstances.  During our time together who
Colin was hadn't seemed to matter overly much, and although the idea of
stripping for a father and son excited me it was nowhere near as exciting
as the prospect of meeting the partners of the men I'd be giving a private
show to.  I'd not really been aware of my feeling about other women outside
of this context, but to know that their husbands were willing to risk their
relationships just to see me undressed was an idea I could return to again
and again and still get incredibly turned on by.

   Thinking of that made me wonder what I should wear.  It needed to be
fairly casual as I doubted that the attendees were likely to have dressed
up that much, but at the same time I wanted people to notice my body at
least a little.  I made another trip to the mall and settled on a long,
yellow and black print dress that flowed all the way down to my ankles and
covered my cleavage completely.  It did also hug my waist quite tightly and
had a split to just above the knee on the inside of one thigh.  It was
floaty enough such that the split would only reveal anything if I wanted it
to, but it was fun to have the option.  It seemed casual but also said I'd
made at least a bit of an effort.  It had pretty serious built in chest
support which would keep my boobs firmly battened down, which was unusual
for a light summery dress like this but which seemed a very good thing.  I
was still planning to stick mostly to the background until I was called
upon and I needed to be able to blend in if necessary.

   After that I just needed to prepare my excuse.  It was again fairly easy
as I did tell my parents I was going to a party, just not the one that I
was actually planning to attend.  Someone from school was throwing one and
it was even possible I could go there afterwards if I thought I needed to.
My mum was a little surprised as it wasn't often I chose to go to a random
school party, but it was hardly unprecedented and she usually encouraged me
to go to more of them.

   As the day of the party wore on I realised I was as calm as I'd been in
the lead up to something.  It really did feel like I had this one under
control.  There were elements that I knew I was leaving up to other people,
primarily the logistics of having a private enough place to do my thing,
but it seemed like they had far more to lose on that score than me so I was
pretty sure they'd organise it properly.  I half wondered what they might
get me, but it seemed like pretty revealing underwear was the obvious
answer and I would be fine with it.  That said, if they were overly literal
thinkers they might just get me another tiny dress and insist this time I
really did take my knickers off.  I spent a happy hour or so running
through these scenarios in my head.

   When the time came I got changed, said goodbye to my parents and headed
out to the car.  I had a coat on but I could my mum noticing the dress.  It
was hardly out of the ordinary as far as party clothes went, but it was
unusual for me as far as she knew.  I reflected that it might be useful to
start loosening up around them just a little.  I'd checked earlier and I
could drive to Luke's house without fear of them noticing anything unusual,
and it was far enough away in the estate that there should be no danger of
them spotting the car.

   As I neared the house it was obvious something was going on there.  The
street nearby was full of cars and as I watched a couple I didn't know was
being shown inside.  I'd texted Geoff a few minutes before I set off to
warn him of my arrival, and he'd told me to come round to a side entrance.
I parked a little way away and waited until the coast was clear, then
quickly walked up the drive and around to the door I'd been told about.  I
could hear the sound of the party but there seemed no danger of me being
spotted yet.  I was there around the time that I'd said so I knocked
quietly.  The door opened quickly and Geoff's face greeted me with smile,
he stepped aside and I went in.

   "Hi, Claire," he half whispered.  We were stood in what looked to be a
utility room, there were several washing machines and a tumble dryer.

   "Hi, Geoff," I smiled back.  I looked around.  "Some party!" I said as a
joke.  I was pleased to be still feeling confident, but characteristically
Geoff was unmoved.

   "You'll be out there soon enough."

   "Is everything OK for later?"

   He smiled at my eagerness.  "Yes, don't worry, all fine.  Colin and Luke
are both here and we have secured a location.  It'll be a short while,
though, we need to show our faces first."

   "That's fine."

   He looked at his watch.  "Lets say in about half an hour you make your
way back here.  I'll come and get you and show you to where we're meeting."

   "Right."

   "Well then, the party's through there." He nodded towards the other
door. "Give me a few moments.  Good luck." He said the latter with a
slightly ironic edge and was soon on his way out.

   I'd not really thought too deeply about this next part, but it seemed
like I should be able to survive for half an hour.  About the only thing I
really needed to do was avoid Tom.  I gave Geoff the few moments he'd asked
for then opened the door carefully.

   It lead to a corridor so I was able to exit unobserved.  To my left was
a corridor with what seemed to be stairs and, as I went the other way, a
door through to what seemed to be a kitchen.  There were a few people
getting something to drink so I slipped in quietly and took a cup of orange
juice.

   As I turned I saw that most people were in the large looking front room
which the kitchen opened onto via an archway.  There was a buffet table and
the idea of getting a plate of nibbles was appealing.  Still largely
unnoticed I made my way over, I saw Geoff and Luke out of the corner of my
eye in a group of people talking animatedly, but they didn't seem to look
in my direction.

   I took a plate and smiled at a man who was just leaving the table.  He
returned the gesture but carried on his way, I was contemplating what to
choose when I heard a voice at my side.

   "You made it then?"

   I turned it its direction, and as I suspected it was Colin, Tom's dad.

   "Yes, I did.  How are you?"

   "I'm fine." His voice dropped slightly.  "All the better for seeing
you." He paused slightly then continued in a low voice.  "I'm looking
forward to later."

   I smiled, conscious of how close a few people were but trying to ignore
them.  They probably weren't paying attention anyway.  "I bet you are. 
Bought me anything nice?"

   He was just about to reply, but a woman passing spotted him and said
hello in a fairly theatrical way.  He returned the greeting and looked to
be about to turn all his attention in her direction when she fixed me with
a smile and then asked, "and who are you speaking to?"

   I smiled back politely, waiting for Colin.

   "Oh, this is, er, Claire, isn't it?"

   I nodded.  I could see the woman glance down at my dress and body
briefly, her expression seemed quite neutral but it was clear she was
taking it in.

   "She's one of my new neighbours, though it's the first time we've met,
isn't it?"

   It seemed a slightly weird detail to add but I, of course, went with it.
"Yes, that's right."

   "Pleased to meet you, Claire." There was a pause before she carried on.
"What Colin should be saying is that my name is Leslie, I'm your hostess
for the evening."

   That would make her Luke's wife, of course.  She was an elegantly
dressed woman with long slightly greying blonde hair, probably somewhere in
her late forties.  She seemed younger than Luke but not massively so.

   "Oh, it's nice to meet you.  You've got a lovely home."

   "Thanks." She seemed to take the compliment with genuine pleasure.

   "And it's nice to see some of the younger residents of the estate taking
an interest in these gatherings."

   "Yes, I, er, was invited by Colin's son, actually.  Tom.  He's around
somewhere."

   Leslie looked in Colin's direction with a quizzical look on her face.

   "Well, he's just stepped out, I think, hasn't he?" Colin looked in my
direction, hoping for support.  "He'll be back later."

   "Oh, yes, that's right.  He did say something."

   "Ah right, well." She looked at both of us unsure for a second then
smiled again.  "You young people, eh?  Always up to something.  Well, I
hope you enjoy the party, Claire, if you'll excuse me."

   I nodded and she was on her way, introducing herself to the next group
of people along.

   "Sorry, Claire, but Tom isn't getting here until later.  He's round at
his friend's house at the moment.  Jim, if you know him?"

   "Oh, right, I did meet him once."

   "Right." I could see him looking at me, perhaps wondering how well I
knew his son in reality.

   "So, have you and Tom hung out much?"

   "Oh, no, not really.  Like I said he saw me in the garden.  From his
room, I think, then came round and introduced himself."

   "Tom?" He seemed surprised.

   "Yes.  We spoke a little bit and then we hung out another time.  He
invited me round to play some game and I figured why not.  Jim was there
and it was alright but, you know, a little boring."

   "That sounds like them."

   I felt bad speaking about Tom and Jim like that, but it seemed best to
play down our relationship without trying to pretend we'd never met.  I was
fairly sure that if Tom did turn up he wouldn't be immediately blurting out
what we'd really been up to either.

   "You look great, by the way." Colin's voice had dropped even further.

   "Thanks."

   "It's a lovely dress."

   "It is." There was a pause, it didn't seem like Colin was about to fill
it.  "Will you be making me take it off later?"

   He looked shocked and glanced around him.  His reaction was fuelling my
desire to go further.

   "It's alright, no one is listening." It seemed to be true, we were just
one conversation among many.

   He turned back to me, smiling slightly nervously and obviously trying to
play it cooler.  "I, er, I might."

   I smiled, it wasn't the most confident reply ever but it seemed he was
learning."Well, you should make your mind up soon." I moved away from him
as I replied, it seemed sensible to not spend all my time talking to him
given what questions might arise later.

   I spent most of the next twenty minutes chatting to an older woman who
apparently lived several doors down from me.  It was a nice, perfectly
normal conversation about the neighbourhood and, after hearing that I was
starting soon, how much fun she'd had in her time at college.  It was
almost a surprise to have an interaction that wasn't centred around my
body.

   Even then about halfway through I happened to look up and notice Geoff
across the room looking in my direction.  We made eye contact though there
seemed to be no reaction on his part.  He had his arms around a slim,
blonde woman who seemed to be roughly his age.  She was wearing a pretty
great dress, light green and figure hugging and I assumed it was his wife.
I smiled at him and then looked over to the woman, hoping he'd catch where
I looked.  There was still no reaction and after a little while he looked
away and I went back to my conversation about the local parks.

   I was keeping an eye on the time, and a little while before I figured I
needed to make a move I casually drifted away from the woman I'd been
talking to.  I made my way back to the kitchen acting as if I wanted a
drink and I noticed that Luke, Colin and Geoff didn't seem to be around. 
Quite possibly they had already gone wherever it was we were going to meet.
I still felt pretty calm and confident, but there was also a feeling of
excited anticipation starting to grow.  I looked around the party enjoying
the sensation of having a risky, naughty secret over all of them.  I found
myself catching the eye and smiling at Luke's wife who was chatting with a
group of women, it felt even more fun.

   Then, when I thought there should be do doubt Geoff would be in place I
quietly slipped back into the corridor, and, when I was sure no one could
see, back into the utility room.  I'd judged it well and Geoff was there
waiting.

   "I thought you weren't coming for a moment."

   I smiled at him, hopefully slightly seductively.  "I didn't fancy being
the one hanging around here.  I didn't want someone else coming in and
asking what I was up to."

   He shrugged.  "The door locks." He leaned across me and showed me the
catch.  "Someone with the key can open it from the other side, but it's
only Luke and his wife who have them."

   I nodded.  "Good to know."

   "Ready?"

   "Yes.  Where are we going?"

   He smiled.  "This way." He opened the door, appeared to check if the
coast was clear, then looked back to get me to follow.  I quickly did so
and we went in the opposite direction to the kitchen and quickly turned a
corner and up a flight of steps.  At the top we crossed a landing into a
small hall and Geoff tapped lightly on a door, there was a reply from
inside and he went in.  I followed.

   It was immediately obvious we were in what was likely the master bedroom
of the house.  It was very spacious and there was a well appointed en suite
bathroom to one side.  Colin was sat in a small sofa by the window, and
Luke was smiling a welcome from near the end of the bed.

   "Claire, glad you could make it."

   I looked around before replying.

   "Wow, nice room."

   Luke smiled, "thank you.  Though most of the work in the house is thanks
to my wife."

   "I congratulated her on some of it earlier.  I'll have to let her know
that the bedroom is even better."

   "Maybe it's best to not mention that." He seemed unconcerned, as if he
knew it was a joke.

   I smiled, "oh yes, how silly of me."

   "Hi, Colin," I nodded towards him on the couch.  "Decided about my dress
yet?"

   He returned my nodded greeting and gave a small laugh at the comment. 
Geoff looked at him quizzically.

   "We, er, spoke earlier at the party." Colin left it at that and if Geoff
found it unsatisfactory he didn't press things.

   I was feeling better and better with each passing second as my
confidence and anticipation rose.  I was feeling more in control of one of
my adventures than ever before, I felt two steps ahead of Luke and Colin
and was revelling in their tension at wondering how best to move things
along.  I presumed Geoff would once again stay in the background.

   "So, no second thoughts about our arrangement?" Luke took the
initiative.

   "No." I looked him in the eye.  "Have you?"

   "Ah, no, of course not." His eyes flickered down to the floor next to
the bed.  "I have your presents right here."

   He bent to pick something up and I walked slowly across towards him.  He
put a bag from some expensive looking clothes shop on the bed and then
reached inside and pulled out what looked to be a long, black evening gown.
He held it out towards me.

   "Oh, that looks gorgeous."

   It did, and I gladly took it and held it up to study.  At first glance
it had seemed elegant but far more conservative than anything I'd been
expecting to wear that evening.  Looking closer, however, it was far more
daring.  It was strapless and the front of the dress also dipped between
the breasts so would no doubt offer lots of cleavage.  It looked tight
around the bum and would then hang loosely over my legs almost to my feet,
but there were several splits stretching up to mid thigh and possibly
higher.  I was still surprised they'd chosen a dress, but it began to make
a bit more sense.

   "Seriously, this is a gorgeous dress." I looked around the room, all
three me were watching me closely.  "I'm not sure the bra I've got on will
work with it, though."

   I expected that we'd soon agree that maybe I didn't need a bra at all,
but my comment seemed to spur Colin into action.

   "I've, er, taken care of that."

   He reached to the side of the couch and handed me another bag.  I put
down the dress carefully and checked inside, it was immediately clear it
was underwear.  I looked up at the three men watching me closely.

   "How very thoughtful." I smiled, "I suppose you're hoping I might feel
obliged to model this for you without the dress." From my tone it was
obvious I wasn't offended or even really bothered by the prospect.

   "Well, we did wonder." Luke grinned, I could see his hopes rising by the
second.

   "It's just like a bikini, really." Colin sounded more nervous but was
still keen to be involved.

   "That's true, but." I hesitated, pulling the lingerie out of the bag. 
"I'm not sure there's quite enough to make a bikini in here." I held up
what I'd found, which was black stockings, a suspender belt and a pair of
knickers.  They looked small, expensive and attractive but there was still
no bra.

   "Oh, wait, there should be."

   Colin stood and quickly took the bag from the bed, he rooted around in
the paper and after a few false starts pulled out something I'd missed.

   "Here it is." He handed me a pair of small, black pouches fastened
together.  "They, er, said it was what you needed with that sort of dress."

   As he'd spoken I'd figured out what it was, they were adhesive bra pads
that would sit on my boobs and push them up.  I'd never worn them before
but I knew the principle, they would supposedly stick in place without the
need for a fastening around my body.

   "Right." I held it up and all four of us stared.  "My bikini top was
bigger than this wasn't it, Geoff?"

   "I suppose it was." There was a slight pause before he added, "not by
much, though."

   "You would say that.  Well, I guess we'll start with the dress and see
how it goes."

   "Perfectly acceptable." Luke clapped his hands together and looked
towards the bathroom.  "If you like you can get changed in there." He said
it hesitatingly, as if I might choose otherwise.

   I tried to give him a knowing smile.  "I think I will use the bathroom
if that's OK?"

   "Of course."

   He extended his arm to show the way, I picked up the dress and underwear
and went inside.  I smiled once again at the three of them as I shut the
door, everyone was acting so polite and pleasant but the tension underneath
was delicious.  I wondered if they were all getting as a big a thrill from
it as I was.

   Spurred on by that I changed quickly, letting my dress and underwear
drop to the floor and be kicked to one side.  As I stood naked, fumbling
with the stockings I realised that I hadn't locked the bathroom.  I
immediately knew I wasn't going to bother, it didn't seem likely that
anyone would try and get in but the added frisson was just more fuel for my
fire.

   By now I was fairly skilled in putting on this sort of lingerie, and I
was soon fastening the garter belt around my waist.  There was a large
mirror over the sink so I had been keeping an eye on myself as I went and I
knew I looked as sumptuous as ever.  I couldn't wait for the men to see me
and it came as no surprise to realise I would definitely be taking off the
dress for them.  Geoff's almost warning to not go too fast was in the back
of my mind, but it now seemed close to impossible to follow.  I would have
to hope that Luke and Colin's hesitancy to push their luck might help me
out.

   The bra stuck in place around my boobs easily and definitely gave them
some lift.  It felt largely secure as long as I took care with my
movements, but as I pulled the black gown up and felt my boobs bounce
slightly it certainly slipped a little.  I settled the bra back and then
slipped the gown up and zipped it.  I contemplated myself in the mirror. 
As with the dress I'd worn at the restaurant the quality was evident in the
fit and the feel.  I was very happy with it.

   As expected it hugged my stomach and bum tightly, but flowed down from
my hips quite freely.  Even as I stood still the splits gave views high
enough to offer a hint of stocking top.  Higher still was some of my most
impressive cleavage yet, with the bulge of both breasts clearly visible. 
They seemed to be almost flowing out of the top of the gown, and the dip in
the neckline offered a glimpse of their round sides.  It was an elegant,
beautiful dress, but it showed my body off in a serious way.  It wasn't a
dress suitable for most parties and I couldn't help but wonder about the
reaction if I wore it downstairs.  Smiling to myself I made my way back to
the door.

   "Wow!"

   As I walked out Luke was the only one to offer comment immediately, but
I could feel all three sets of eyes on me in an approving way.  Being even
more the centre of attention I felt that the room was small with all four
of us in it, and I hesitated slightly before deciding to stand by the
window.

   "You look incredible.  As I knew you would." Geoff offered a compliment,
he was still stood close to the door and Colin was still on the couch,
though was now sat forwards and staring at me intently.  He smiled in
approval of Geoff's comment but didn't add anything himself.

   "Well, I feel like we've got our money's worth already." Luke was now
sat on the bed and was the nearest, he was beaming a smile up at me.

   "You don't have to flatter me that much!" I looked around, the praise
from them despite me being fully clothed was almost a bit disappointing, I
realised how much of a let down this would be if I really did just model
the dress.

   "It's not flattery, it's the truth!" Luke wasn't slowing down, and he
looked around at the other men for back up.  Colin again smiled and nodded
his agreement, but Geoff didn't particularly react.

   "Thanks."

   I tried to think of something to do for them to maybe move things along
but there wasn't much room and I didn't have many ideas.  The atmosphere
was still too hesitant and elegant, and there was no shared understanding
as to what I would do.  I reflected that if Jim were here I'd likely have
been naked minutes ago, and I knew a significant part of me wished it were
the case.

   "Shall I model it a bit?"

   "Of course, of course." Luke again held his hand up as if to suggest I
circulate around the room, and given that was also all I could think to do
I walked nearer to him, then turned to drift slowly by.  I noticed his eyes
drop down my body and linger on my legs.  I paused and looked down with
him. He took the bait.

   "The, er, assistant mentioned that you'd need to wear it with stockings.
They do look most attractive."

   "Oh, do you like them?"

   His smile was an obvious yes, and I reached down and widened one of the
splits, giving him a clear view of my left leg up to the garter belt.  His
gaze lingered as I let him look for a few moments before moving my hand
away.  He looked up to my face with what seemed a look of gratitude and
anticipation.  I shrugged.

   "Well, you paid for those as well, didn't you?"

   "Colin did."

   "Oh yes." I turned to him.  "Well then."

   I walked slowly over keeping eye contact for a moment before looking
slightly away, knowing that as I did it would give him permission to run
his eyes over my body.  As I approached I ran my hands slowly across the
dress at the top of my thighs parting the splits there and making sure he
got several views similar to Luke's, then I turned around and reached
behind to do the same again.  I tried to make it as casual and discreet as
possible but Geoff and Luke were still watching closely.  I wasn't sure how
much Colin would see, but there was every chance he got a hint of my lower
butt cheeks.  Certainly he would have had a good chance to study the
stockings and garter's he had paid for.

   I turned back to him and, like Luke, he had a smile of delighted thanks
on his face.  "Gorgeous," he half whispered towards me and I realised that
I was still getting a thrill despite how much I was wearing.  It was
exciting to know I could still tease these middle aged, fairly wealthy men
in the same way I'd once teased Tom and Jim.

   Finally I sashayed over to Geoff who, true to form, still looked fairly
serious and made no effort to move any closer to me as I went.  I stopped
in front of him and tried to stand presenting my body as provocatively as I
could.

   "Is this maybe a little boring for you, Geoff?"

   "No, not at all.  You really do look fantastic."

   I smiled and turned as if to show him all angles, but I lingered with my
bum towards him.  It was essentially the same pose I'd done for him a few
days back that had lead him to strip and spank me, and I was sure both our
minds went there.

   "It's not a bikini though, is it?"

   Geoff didn't immediately reply and I wondered if he would give my
tightly packed bottom a little pat.  I wasn't disappointed and I felt his
hand run quickly down my lower back and squeeze a cheek.  My body was
between him and the other men, but I couldn't help but let my expression
change slightly as I felt the touch, and it seemed Colin had possibly
realised what had happened.  I saw him look up from my body and then glance
quickly at Geoff.  I walked away from Geoff back towards the window.

   "Well, this was lovely but maybe you need to get back to the party? 
Luke, you especially, you are the host!"

   I tried to sound a little teasing rather than as if I was seriously
suggesting an end to proceedings.

   "Oh, I'm sure we could find a little more time.  Besides," he glanced
over to the couch, "Colin, you haven't, er, really seen what you bought,
have you?" Although there was a mild hesitation and the request for me to
undress was heavily euphemistic, Luke still made it smoothly enough.  I
turned to Colin as well.

   "I, er, saw the stockings when Claire came over, so, well."

   Colin wasn't really able to back up that request, and his face suggested
even he was disappointed about that.

   "Really, you saw enough?" I sounded very surprised.

   "Well, I." He paused and then started again.  "I don't think I could
ever really see enough." He made eye contact as he said this, suddenly
seeming much more confident.

   "That's the spirit." Luke joined back in immediately.  "Claire, maybe
you could give us a clearer view?"

   "You mean open the splits a little more, like this?" I reached down
again and pulled one open which left my right leg fully visible almost up
to where the black, laced panties began.  I held the pose and looked up,
playing dumb.  I think everyone knew it was an act.

   "That's gorgeous, but I'm still not sure we can fully appreciate
things." He shook his head sadly.

   "I suppose the only way would be if I took the dress off." I tried to
sound casual.

   "That's an idea!" Luke's smile was getting wider and wider, he seemed
utterly delighted with the way the conversation was going.

   "This is just our first meeting with Claire, and there is a party
downstairs.  We shouldn't pressure her." Geoff stepped in, it seemed he
might try and slow things down himself.

   "There's no pressure, Geoff, and it's my party." He looked back at me.
"Besides, it was Claire who suggested taking off the dress, wasn't it?" He
paused.  "Who are we to disappoint a lady?"

   I couldn't help but laugh.  I turned to Geoff and a look passed between
us before I spoke.  "If we're really sure we have the time it's fine.  Only
quick though, and it stays in this room, OK?"

   "Of course!" Luke sat back on the bed and Geoff nodded to me, accepting
my decision.  I got the impression he didn't really mind, he had just been
giving me an out if I wanted to take it.

   I stepped out into a space roughly in the middle of the three men, as
ever I was instinctively thinking about putting on the best show.  I still
had the excited, confident feeling of delight that had been growing in me
all evening, but taking off my dress didn't seem too big of a step.  It was
just another round of teasing.  Earlier I'd been disappointed by what
seemed the slowness of things, but as I got more used to this evening's
particular atmosphere I was learning to enjoy it for what it was.

   When I was where I wanted to be I looked around at the three of them,
then raised my hair with both hands slightly.
   "Would someone do the honours?"